i was talking to a friend this evening about otherness, even within groups oft-marginalized people. that is, if you’re black and bisexual (or latino and homosexual, or of caribbean blood and heterosexual, or asian and gender-neutral or whatever), it’s almost a given that you’re going to be exotified as the other other by someone you deal with. it’s wack. cuz you’re being made into the other other, possibly by someone readily identifed as the other. it got deep. it did.

i had a point. i did.

too much wine. not enough time to formulate thoughts.

i’m frustrated, though. it doesn’t even have to be a sexual or romantic interaction. it’s as simple as folks laying their shit at your feet and deciding that you’ve got to fit into that. it’s a long drawn out mess